Why Gucci Sent Joe Zee A Roast Chicken

Right before the Gucci show started this afternoon, Courtney Colavita, an old colleague from my Fairchild days who now handles all the social media for Gucci, snapped my picture sitting in the front row. In between iPhone flashes, I asked her if she recalled the name of that special place from which we'd order chicken during our late nights filing review copy for WWD. She couldn't remember—but she did say that I can get a roast chicken anywhere in Milan.

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Well, almost anywhere, she elaborated, except near my hotel.

Hungry and disappointed, I shifted my focus onto the chic flash of Twenties-inspired beaded dresses coming down the runway. Then, after a long 18 hour day, I came back to my hotel room to find flowers, tomorrow's show tickets and a beautifully wrapped package from Rossi & Grassi, courtesy of Courtney and Gucci. I tore open that package first—of course—and was surprised and delighted to find a beautiful roast chicken!

My fellow female editors are generally showered with gifts of shoes, dresses and sometimes even crocodile handbags, but I was more than content with my feathery friend—spit-roasted of course.

I devoured it. I Tweeted it. And with a full stomach, my night was made.